Contact
When we were about a mile from a lock, Al would signal the lockmaster on Channel 13 of the VHF radio. “Lock 9, Lock 9, this is the steamboat Aurora Borealis eastbound. Over.” The lockmaster would reply, “This is Lock 9. Over.” Al would ask to go through the lock and the lockmaster would reply, “I’ll have it ready for you and the green light on. Standing by on One Three.” Or perhaps he would reply that he had a westbound vessel in the chamber or that he was filling (or dumping) for us.
Locking Through
Lines (or in a few cases, cables) were suspended from the walls of the
lock. After we had put out fenders, I would steer toward a set of
lines that were reasonably close together. Al would grab the sternmost
one and then I would us the boathook to grab the line toward the bow.
These were pretty slimy and sometimes encrusted with zebra mussels, so
we usually wore gloves.
In the lock, Al would turn the engine off and watch the pressure to
make sure it didn’t rise significantly. Before it got to eighty
pounds, he would start running the engine between seventy and one hundred
rpm and adding water to the hot well to cool the boiler. At a hundred
pounds, there are two options. One is to release steam from the top
of the boiler through the ejector. The other is to run the injector
to put more water in the boiler and cool it down. When all else fails,
the safety release valve pops.
As the lock doors opened, Al would open the damper and usually add more wood. Then we would start off and blow the whistle to thank the lockmaster. |